Rogue | Daemon&Rhaenyra

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" Dragonstone?" She questions as she trails behind, " Why are we on Dragonstone?"

" Because we flew here," The Prince simply answers.

" Yes, but I mean... why did you take us here?"

" Because I wanted to."

" Daemon-- My Prince, I cannot stay. My father will--"

" Your father doesn't give a fuck about where you are," Daemon utters as he turns to face the girl, " He probably doesn't even realize you're missing."

Saerra audibly gulps, feeling ever so small in comparrison to the Targaryen Prince before her.

" I shouldn't be here," She whispers, " He will get upset with me and punish me--"

" He punishes you?" Daemon questions.

To which the girl only nods in response.

Under normal circumstances, Daemon would remain uneffected and unbothered. It wouldn't sting his skin like a jellyfish, nor cause his heart to ache as it does now. His eyes flicker down, avoiding her captivating brown eyes to instead focus on her clothes, where he notices how torn, tattered and dirty the fabric truly is.

" When was the last time you received a new dress?" He questions, eyes still avoiding her gaze.

" Oh, um..." Saerra trails as she looks down to examine her clothes, " Many moons ago, my Prince."

Daemon only hums in response, then turns to continue his journey up the many steps to get to this castle. Saerra remains on the bottom steps, body still and unwaivering as she watches the Prince climb up.

" Don't make me come back down there and get you."

With that in mind, Saerra spurrs awake and begins to walk behind the silver-haired man up the grand stone steps till they reach the top gates and finally enter the castle. The old grey stone towers above them, making them appear tiny in comparisson. Saerra's head remains up and her eyes remain open to soak in all the sights, where as Daemon keeps his eyes and his head forward as he marches straight for his own quarters.

The Prince leaves Saerra all by her lonesome, though it is something she's quite used to. Solitude has been her friend for many years, and whilst it still stings, her smile remains. She's awestruck of the beautifully handcrafted designs of the castle and how effortlessly the natural light shines in and makes such a big room feel so bright.

Eventually, Saerra finds herself a quiant room after hours of wondering. The door creaks open to reveal the largest bed she's ever seen with a grand window that pears over the tides crashing down on the rocks below. The sound of the waves brings her back to a moment of comfort. It gives her a blanket of solace as she leans against the window to listen to the ocean and watch as the sun sets and paints the skies in colors of pink, orange and yellow. Her tiredness soon takes over, in which she gleefully gets under the silky covers of the large bed. She lays down and sleeps upon the most luxurious bed she's ever touched, giving her a marvelouss and heardy slumber.

And once she awakens, Saerra yawns and rubs her tired eyes whilst sitting up. Once her eyes open, she sees a dress made from gorgeous fabric and one that is silky smooth to the touch, a dress that could only have been given to her by one person.

Daemon.

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[ daemon is just a big ol softie ]